Sometimes I wonder if , contrary to what I have believed, getting married might indeed be a great idea.Given the innumerable talents I am the proud yet humble owner of , I am sure some'chowkidaar' somewhere woud agree to marry me provided my Dad ensures a cash payment of Rs. 250 lakhs atleast 10 days before the date of the wedding.
Then I wont have to study.
wont have to give midsems.
Wont have to get up at 4 to study.
Wont have eyes that are perpetually red.
I will then obvio live in a small hut where there would not be any running water or electricity.Cuz obviously Bahadur wont be earning much.Moreovr , I will have to manage without Revlon lipsticks...err..which might be like real difficult...hmm...
Apart from that , I gather once in a while there won't be anything to eat also, which would be extremely filmi and hence very grand.I might then have to go to the local 'parchoon ki dukan' ka not so respectable owner and ask him to lend us some daal-chawal while he leers* on.
I mite also, just have 2 sarees, which again shall be very very filmi and hence one can easily bear it all imagining a made-in-umreecah camera belonging to the camera-man of some director like Sanjay Leela Bhansaali..focussing on me as I try and choose which of the two sarees to wear for Bahadur's budday.
and yessssss!!!!!! since I would obvio be using the 'chulha' cuz there won't be money for gas, maybe after a couple of years...i get this nasty habit of coughing all the time.
With just 2 sarees , no Revlon and a perpetual khansi....aaahhhh...
Apart from that, I would not tell Bahadur that I am a qualified engg.I'll pretend to be a total gawaar and then ask him to teach me english.After years of hard work I mite even learn to say 'I labhhh looo, Bahadurr'.
Okay all this is getting wayyyy too low IQ even for my reasonably low standards..but was feeling extremely low and I have now decided that I shall not allow myself to feel low, even if I have to write an UTTERLY useless test in 3 hours.Hence and therefore the rubbihs post:D
Suddenly the sight of the Revlon lipsticks lying near by is a comfort.
I think I'll go upto to them, clutch them and tell them that I love them and even death cannot do us part.
I love you, Revlon. Ting . Ting.Tiding!!
* In class 10 we did many short stories for our syllabus.Our teacher, Mrs. Joshi used to explain the meanings of the almost all the words that dared crossed our way.no, thankfully she left the likes of 'is, 'an'and 'the' alone.
She explained the word 'leer' as ----to look at with evil intensions.I have no recollection of any story taught to us or as a matter of fact , anything at all.Only one thing from that entire year remains in my memory.
leer== look at with evil intensions.